Ireland appeared in my dreams today.

The green hills rolled, a rumpled blanket under 

A sky shifting from soft grey to a vibrant blue.

I traced the stacked ancient stone walls as I walked

Those dividing fields where sheep grazed silently.

The air smelled damp, and I 

Could almost taste the salty tang of the sea.

The Atlantic crashed against the cliffs,

As the sea birds wheeled overhead.

I strolled into a town

Where laughter and music spilled from cozy pubs

And I could feel the sense of community woven into their fabric of everyday life.

 

Then, carried on the wind, I flew 

From the bustling streets of Dublin to the wild beauty of Connemara.

Ancient castles stood sentinel

Whispering tales of kings and battles.

As I neared wake, I could feel—

The sense of history,

Ireland,

A land of stories, of music

A land of breathtaking beauty

Slipping through my fingers.

And I sensed, it was a place that was going to stay with me for long

In my heart.